So this is it… we’re going to die…
Sigh, this is where it all starts I guess. Currently I’ve got an hour before I goto bed, before my first day of work.
Millies in Stafford spending her last night in England for a long time. I have to arrange to go and see her. I’m missing her. I’ve sent her a message saying I’m going to bed at 10pm, and I’m still waiting for a responce. I want to speak to her one last time before she goes.
We spoke on the phone last night for a long time, spent a lot of time talking about adult things. Fneh, ohhh msg just arived! About time too.
I gues… well she’s in a Pub with Sarah et co… looks like I won’t get to speak to her, which quiet frankly sucks. Damn, now I feel all nasty and very unhappy.
I’ll mesg her back and tell her, she may change, we’ll see. I doubt it though.
Oh well, on with live I suppose,
Fneh,
P.